Belfast Beauty

You sang on my bed,
After a sunlit day in an Irish city,
I tread spinning steps,
In the words unsaid,
Achingly beautiful melodies.

Golden hairs are found on your sleeves
My hair is a darker shade
As Autumn lights the leaves
They lightened with tunes you played.

You whistled covers through your teeth,
I giggled. You sang.
We wondered through the girls you loved
And somewhere distant a Scottish phone rang.

Golden hairs are found on your sleeves
My hair is a darker shade
As Autumn lights the leaves
They lightened with tunes you played.

You gave me your smile,
After a song filled day in a town far away
And in the morning you left,
With tea in your soul,
The prettiest birds had come out to play.

Golden hairs are found on your sleeves
My hair is a darker shade
As Autumn lights the leaves
They lightened with the tunes you played
They lightened with the tunes you played
They lightened with the tunes.